Fate (C) 4-5-2011 Poem by Zahir Kijani

I often wonder if I’m fated to death
Eternal fatality forever confining my soul
I can feel my father’s grasp with no intention on loosening his clutch
He keeps me pressed to the wall and is ever tight on his hold

Biblically I’ve learned the inexistence of fate
Man is bound only by the strings of their ambition
But I tremble over the thought of falling away in permanence
But when my mind speaks logic I’m unaware of the right decision

As states the meaning I openly slander and hate his name
But I secretly love the feel of his arms
Is it so that my father has kept me awake to the truth
But I hadn’t budged to the sound of the alarms

Since birth I’ve been molded by his ambitions
Which gives reason to why his arms fit perfectly around me
Even with his arms restricting any resistance
His hands caresses my throat, and his amorous words surrounds me

Mesmerized by the glamour and fame he whispers to my heart
I know I shouldn’t but the thought I seem to be lovin’ it
My talents broadcasted all over the world
Have I even considered developing a covenant?

He shrouds himself with sheets of sound judgment
Created in blood of men that after he slew he laughed
Perfectly schooled in deceit and death is his occupation
So he is surely a master of his craft

Am I foreordained to share the end with my father?
And the countless other men that are writ on his list
Will I also be done away with, with the wicked?
And tormented forever, after cast in the abyss

I pray that my mind only deceives me
And holds a tighter grip on my every imperfect breath
Because no man should be fairly trialed if,
That say man was previously fated to death